Dawn muffled her cry with her palm when the gray wolf tumbled with George, who moved just in time to protect his neck from sharp teeth coming at him.
Growls, grunts, and yelps overlapped from the human and the animal as the cloud of dust rose around them, and everyone stared there anxiously in the hope of seeing what was going on.
Damon was tense like a string on a bow. He was not used to being a spectator, and this situation was nerve-wracking.
'Damon?' Talia called through their mind-link, and she let him sense her worry. Why was George not shifting into his wolf? Did Alpha Edward use some underhanded method to incapacitate George?
The dust was so thick now that they couldn't see what was going on there.
'Trust in George,' Damon said to Talia. 'He is fighting for his past, present, and future. He won't fall easily.'
